Monthly Archive: December, 2025

An immortal love once.

An immortal love once. A Poem by Coyote PoetryLove is rare and it is a blessing.  I had a immortal love once…I told the whiskey glass. The worst sin done, is something we wanted… Continue reading

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Tell me, how did you live?

Tell me, how did you live? Old poet told the people at the poetry reading. Dead men, do not rise. He read some quotes. “For each man kills the things he loves, Yet… Continue reading

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If we make it through December.

If we make it through December. Pretty Jenny was long legged and sweet as the Fall honey. She loved the Texas two-step, and I love having her body nearby. She was an Austin… Continue reading

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Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas- The Parting Glass. The Native Americans believe. The grandparent, the elders are the teachers of the children. The children are the future. Be careful what you say. The voices of the… Continue reading

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Scarborough Fair. My Lagan lover.

Scarborough Fair. I once dance with the prettiest gal at the Scarborough fair. I told her, I wanted to marry her and to make her smile every day of her life. She smiled… Continue reading

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Merry Christmas and some mini-poetry.

Four short poems A Poem by Coyote Poetry    1- It is almost Christmas eve and the house is quiet. The house seems ghostly without the sound of children voices.  Old man writes to the… Continue reading

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Merry Christmas and some Johnnie’s quotes.

Just a few quotes… 1- Enjoy your life and tried not to damage or waste too much on the road of living. 2- I love you can be spoken with the eyes. Words… Continue reading

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Merry Christmas. Be kind to someone.

Be kind to each other. Merry Christmas. Sober men can’t write the truth,godless men can’t see heaven.Liquor voice, does not seek salvation,only seek to repent to the whiskey bottle. We are like an… Continue reading

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Merry Christmas. Our world.

Our world A Poem by Coyote Poetry  Merry Christmas my friends.”                                     Our world… Grandchild plays with… Continue reading

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Merry Christmas. My grandfather’s house.

My Grandfather’s house. (First written on 14 March 1980- Rewritten 29 December 2015) Time has moved too quickly.I have growth from a small lad to an old man. I remember following you my… Continue reading

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